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Abishag. Little, young, warm Abishag.
Shout into the street: King David is not yet dead.
But King David wants to sleep and they won’t let him.
Adoniyahu with his gang shout my crown off my gray head…
On a wagon, bound for market
There’s a calf with a mournful eye
High above her, there’s a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh…
“Good morning, Master of the universe!
I, Levi-Yitzchok of Berdytschev, have come to hold
Judgment with You concerning Your people Israel.
What have You against Israel?
Why have you imposed…
Sing to the Lord a new song,
sing to the Lord, all the earth.
Sing to the Lord, bless His name,
proclaim His victory day after day.
Tell of His glory among the nations,
His wondrous deeds, among…
So let’s drink whisky, brothers—
let’s hope we live to drink again.
Let’s drink now—enough of eating.
How can you forget about whisky for so long!
If we didn’t have whisky,
how would we live in this…
Then did Moses and the Children of Israel sing this song (Exodus 15:1). Before we explain the words of this song, it is appropriate to clarify its poetic structure. I maintain that we, the Israelite…
I have to hide the secrets that I learn from the alley cats.
First. That the Creation was far quieter than we assume. Second. The opposite reversal of things. The stripes in the lens. The thoughts…
When I observe a toothless ex-violinist,
with more hair than face, sprawled like Karl Marx
on a park seat or slumped, dead or asleep,
in the central heat of a public library
I think of Uncle Isidore…
We’re striding in your front ranks,
marching mankind—
with the cool and with the fervid,
with the proud and the courageous—
step after step!
On his high gibbet, the old god
swings and swings.
Patched…
He sings in the courtyard, clad in rags
A small, poor chap, a crazed Jew.
People drive him away, God has muddled his wits
Ages and exile have confused his tongue
He wails and he dances, weeps and…